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Intro
01:33
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You, lost a lot, and you're never getting it back.
You, had a light, so bright, but it's never been so dim.
'Cause you lost all your luck to the holes in the floor,
and I'm sorry.
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Nocturnal
02:00
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I would call but you'd get mad.
You're nocturnal, I'm depressed.
I wake you up enough in bed,
but I am not in your apartment.
Different time zones in the same place.
So you bought me a mask just to block out the sun,
now I stay up all night while you tell everyone,
that I'm Sylvia Plath, and there's rocks in my coat
with a drink in my hand as you turn off the stove.
I would call but you'd get mad.
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Camera
02:39
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Camera's rolling, get your face on.
Blood is boiling, I'm not ready.
To crack a smile that'll last forever
I'm leaving you with my bad weather.
When I'm sorry you know just what to say...
And I'm sorry I ruined your good day.
Pardon me, pardon me, impart in me a part of me.
Crack a smile that'll last forever,
I'm leaving you with my bad weather.
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4. |
Damsel
03:05
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Rolled up car windows, 113°, and you said you would die then you hung up on me.
And I can't always keep you from dying.
Back to the night when you took off your ring, then you stood in the road, vodka in the ravine.
And we quarreled just to keep ourselves busy.
Now that that's old I can finally sing that you taught me to live my life desperately.
And now everything normal seems boring.
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5. |
Ice Maker
02:32
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Think clean, antiseptic kinds of thoughts
expert porcupine
twisted dotted lines
What happens when the saints go marching out?
Satchmo trumpet hair
grade school double dare gone wrong
Ice maker
made her craft collecting hearts
barefoot telegram
champagne dividend
Something fairly sentimental now
half a butterfly
found when shoes untied
you cried you cried you cried
What happens when the saints go marching out?
Satchmo trumpet hair
grade school double dare gone wrong
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6. |
My Life a Book
03:04
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I tried to make my life a book, with those pretty lines, and those shocking twists. Martinis at dawn, oh no.
And I tried to write you back to life with the photograph of you in the grass, but I couldn't get your eyes right.
People don't like a man with a pen, playing the god, writing of them. Saying the things they know are true.
You know this. You know this: that somewhere you exist.
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7. |
June 15th, 2015
04:21
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Take me down, I want out.
Take me down, I want out.
I was crying in the mirror so I could see my agony,
my greatest fear is that I'd forget your story.
And I couldn't sleep for three days after I held your hand when you died.
'Cause I saw that picture so vividly, so vividly.
That simple part of me, that simple part of me,
I wasn't brave yet, I wasn't ready.
And I lit a cigarette with a birthday candle 'cause I was out of matches.
It seemed appropriate. It was morning and the sun was coming up.
And the coroners in their nice suits took you away.
A week went by, and I wondered who put you on ice.
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8. |
Mess
03:21
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I was a mess, I was a mess.
You cleaned it up.
There was a time, half of the time,
where I could stand.
That's what you call a lie.
You won't be laughing when you read the final line.
I was afraid you were awake,
you woke me up, sleep walked to the bus.
Half an hour, thirty miles south,
you called me crying 'cause you woke up in a parking lot.
You used to calm me down,
now the mention of your name could make me pull my hair out.
Slow or quick, you better just come out with it.
Slow or quick, you better spill your guys with it.
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Cat
04:43
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Black it out; that never costs too much but...
You scream and shout, I hear every word you say.
Patience is for those who have the time to wait.
I may have time, but you won't like me after all these wasted...
Would things have changed if we'd got married?
I think too much.
Black it out; that never costs too much but...
You scream and shout, I hear every word you say.
Patience is for those who have the time to wait.
I may have time, but you won't like me after all these wasted days.
And I don't want to be so fucking cynical
no I don't want to be so fucking cynical, but...
You bought a cat, gave it back, saw you crying on the phone.
You said 'I barely feed myself. But I could use some company,
yeah I could use, some company who won't use me.'
Chain smoke in the parking lot 'cause you don't want to go inside.
You said that cubical's no good.
October rain, the fall rings red across her neck.
She wonders where these clouds had been.
Said I could use some company.
Yeah I could use some company who won't use me.
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Done
02:21
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I don't care how, please get me out of here.
I'm bloodied and gone, but I've got another fist.
I told you a joke, that I could get used to this.
The punchline was lost when I threw that childish fit.
I said I was done, but I wasn't done.
You said I was dumb, but I wasn't that dumb.
This is my last request for you:
Please make me laugh, finish my sentences,
'cause my mind is lost, behind your tenderness.
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